non-binary → phan (on hold)

17. double date

i'm starting to wish i wrote this in third person so that you'd get to see the pronouns more but nooo lmao i'm fucking stupid why is anyone still reading this

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it was the beginning of june and connor had returned from wherever he had disappeared to with troye. however, he brought the curly-haired, platinum blonde home with him, tan skin and bright smile causing my head to ache. connor stood with his arms held out at my front door, practically begging me to embrace him, but i simply stepped to the side, allowing them to enter.

connor frowned as he sat on my couch. "i'm surprised you didn't want a hug, dude."

"don't call me dude. i'm feeling very feminine today," i growled, closing the door behind troye. "i'm also feeling very pissy. where have you been?"

"please don't tell me that you're mad because we left." connor flinched at my tone, my heart softening at his expression.

"no, not at all."

connor let out a breath of relief before gesturing to the couch, his gaze set on troye. "you can sit. hopefully they won't mind. don't be so nervous, and don't be so scared to ask anything." as he said this, connor's expression seem to harden, as if scolding troye nonverbally. "you can't forget why we came here in the first place."

"right," troye said, swallowing hard. "you probably think i'm a bad influence, but i'm actually a fairly innocent guy, you...i don't know. connor just said he really wanted you to get to know me better and vice versa so things aren't so awkward when we start hanging out more. that's probably the main reason you haven't seen connor in a while. so, uh...would you and phil like to go to a restaurant with connor and me?"

i shrugged, crossing my arms. "i guess so. but only if phil isn't busy."

my fingers curled tightly around my arm as connor pulled out his phone to text phil, pressing firmly into the now tan skin of my bicep, my jaw clenching. as much as i had wanted to hang out with connor, i had hoped that phil was busy with some sort of essay for university or studying for an exam. however, the universe seemed to be against me, seeing as connor's face brightened by a thousand watts.

"he's excited! how does pizza sound? we could go to that one pizza place that you and phil went to awhile back."

"yes, pizza sounds great." i spoke through gritted teeth. troye seemed to notice and uncomfortably shifted in his spot, but connor remained oblivious.

"sounds like a plan. we'll see you at five, okay?"

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pale fingers snapped continuously in front of my face, green eyes narrowed at me from across the table. i turned to face phil, wrapping my hand tightly around his own, prevent him from snapping more. he slowly pulled his hand out my grasp using his free hand. "daniel, troye was telling us something and you weren't listening. it was making them upset."

"yeah," connor stated, crossing his arms. "you may not like troye very much right now, but it's still nice to show at least a bit of respect. i mean, it's like you're not even here with us."

"no, no. i'm sorry. i'm here, i'm queer, and i'm not going anyweer. continue with your story."

five minutes had passed before the waiter had come to take our order, which seemed to take a lot longer than it had when phil and i kissed here. i rested my elbow on the table (earning a "you have terrible table manners, daniel" from phil), holding up my head with my hand in an attempt to stay awake while connor and troye continued to poke at each other and giggle at memories they had shared in that past few months. phil seemed awkward. a minute after snapping in my face he had reached his hand under the table and grabbed onto my own, squeezing it tightly whenever connor or troye did something horrifically romantic.